I’ve said it before,
And I’ll say it again,
Nutsy wacko I be,
In an institution you see,
Burned out beyond recognition,
Must have been inhaling,
All that nuclear fission…
Backed into a corner,
By a psychiatric foreigner,
Far be it for me,
To be less, for my sanity, a mourner…
But I find myself in this rubber room,
With only the company of what I ride, my broom,
All I need now is in a tux a groom,
If it wasn’t the fission, possibly it was eating the shrooms…?
luv
sis
:) Janna
You are right, nutsy, wacko you be!
Mary
And I’ll say it again,
Nutsy wacko I be
And dear old Ma agrees with you,
Your understanding brother Pee Wee.
fee
Cheers,
Dan